Emily Press Language Arts October 10, 2014 Room After many years of arduous work, I have never been given the respect I deserve. Humans just call me “the mirror” instead of a decent name. I have spent years silently creating more reflections than I can count, which is exactly what I am doing now. The micro teacup potbelly pig named Hamlet shakes the glossy wood floor with each step he takes. I quickly create a reflection of Hamlet on my flat body. I use all of my 10 by 7 feet to display the reflection on Hamlet. I include the windows behind him with beaming rays of bright sunlight. I include every fluffy inch of the pink stringy chair by the window as well as the light tan colored walls and ceiling. The chandelier in the middle of the ceiling gleams like a thick icicle. Hamlet tromps by me as I reveal his reflection. Hamlet doesn’t even care to glance at me. …show more content…
I sigh and look around the room, seeing the same things I see everyday. I can barely see the little round pink clock on the wall directly across from me. The sun is blinding me with light. The little caique parrot named Goose in the tall metal cage with grey bars and bird pooh dripping down the pars loudly chirps and sings sweetly. Next to Goose is the wooden desk Emily uses to do her homework on. Books are lined up in a pile on the side of a desk next to the large box of corn colored pig food. Blue rodeo ribbons border the top of the desk with metallic gold writing. A battalion of nail polish sits clumped in the corner covered in a thin layer of